IC: LibertyNoel gently picked up the helmet, sliding it over her head. "I think for this I should wear the helmet....I'm not taking chances with Hydra." She slowly began to move getting used to the suit before walking out to Howard."I'm going now. Watch the monitors okay? And if things look bad...get out." She said, her voice serious and commanding. "Alright Jarvis...let's go."

Ic: Nick was a whiz at the stuff, ably opening the cars with a wire and hotwiring them one by one. Armin's strategy was far less efficient; the older man was pragmatic and resorted to smashing the back window with a fire axe, unlocking it from the inside then finally accessing the ignition box. He also worked much slower than Nick did, since he was admittedly not one to have spent an inordinate amount of time studying things at random.

"Lynae, over here!" he called out as he looked up and saw her visage running up the stairwell to the top level, clearly still looking for him. She seemed more well, stronger from her refreshing, but didn't seem too positive about the situation. By the time she arrived by Armin's side she bore bad news: The assassins were already at the base of the garage. Armin didn't have to think about it to understand it was just a matter of time for them to get to their level.

"No matter," Armin said. His smirk widened with anticipation. "We'll be driving these cars over the edge to give the people below some surprises. But first, I need you to get that fire hose out and extended." He pointed at a hose next to the box that once held the axe he took out. "I need you to do it because you're faster than the two of us. Hurry -- time wasted is time closer to being killed!"

With a gentle ease of the gas pedal he brought the car in line with the railing and put the emergency break on, though he left it on the driving gear. "Nick put your car like mine. On my signal, let it roar and drive over the edge." The boy gave the older man an incredulous look. "That's right. Your survival, as well as mine, relies on us being able to bail out before we go with the cars. You're smart, so you'll do fine. We good?" he said with a wink.

IC: Nick looked at the older man like he was crazy. After a few instants the shifter just shook his head before turning to the car, letting his actions do the talking. He shifted the gear stick, easing slowly into position. A loud CHUNK and the parking brake was engaged. Nick left the door open. No need to take unnecessary risks. "Ready."

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"WELCOME TO THE HEAVYWEIGHT BOUT BETWEEN STERLING'S FACE... AND EVERYTHING ELSE!"

[color=#b22222;]"Alrighty then, have fun with that!" Howard said rather cheerfully, clearly not grasping the seriousness of the situation. [/color]

"Of course Miss Rogers." JARVIS replied as Noel's visor began to display various information, manly the targets locations in the Tower. They were heading toward their current floor level from both below and above.

As Noel exited the Avenger's room and out into the halls JARVIS gave out a warning. "They'll be coming up the stairs in moments."

[color=#000080;]IC: Jeffery Pryde - Las Vegas -[/color]

[color=#000080;]Ah ****. [/color][color=#000080;]Intangable or not, Jeff could not fight gravity and fell into the abyss with Guppie. Instead of landing hard on the ground below however Jeff ended up going through it as he was still intangible, and to Guppie's surprise he did not resurface. [/color]

Gabriel fell back into the abyss, barely managing to keep himself from ending up as a splotch on the earth below by grabbing onto the edge of the rift. His grip tightened, hissing in pain. Although the fireball and several of the gunshots had missed him, a single bullet had managed to lodge itself into his torso.

IC: Lynae Lynae nodded, quickly running over to the hose. She thrust her hand into the box, not even bothering to ask why she was doing it, and ran out the hose until it was fully extended. She looked up at Armin for instructions, her violet brighter now that she had just ate.IC: Liberty "Well...let's give our guest a nice, warm welcome." She gritted her teeth and sprinted toward the stairs, the sounds of echoing footsteps getting louder. It was luck that Noel arrived at the stairs when she did, as soon as she had arrived so had the first of the invaders. Noel grimaced and delivered a swift kick in the groin to the first man, knocking him down into his allies.

IC HeiScrambling out of the plane, Kristy frantically looked around. Looking towards the casino, she sent a wave of repulsive negative energy towards it, hoping that it would both repel civilians and distract the assassins. Hearing Ashlynn's order, she cloaked herself in shadow to disguise herself. She began running towards Ashlynn's location.

IC: [color=#800080;]"You guys suck!" Nero complained before finally resigning to pushing himself partially upright, then creating a small concussive burst next to him to fully right himself. Soon enough, he had finally wheeled out of the blackbird and made moves to meet up with Alpha team.[/color]

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~Totally like a boomerang. I always come back. Just never when you want me to.~

[color=rgb(0,0,255);]Suddenly, something seemed to spark with a blue energy mere milimeters from her skin, and there was the sound of something metallic hitting the ground at her feet. There, laying on the ground, was a bullet. Still perfectly shaped and in good condition, other than the fact that it was on the ground. The stray projectile hadn't touched her, it's kinetic energy having been instantly absorbed before coming in contact with her. Given her power, Jesika was probably one of the safest ones there, at the moment.[/color]

IC: The bullets did nothing but continue to charge up Tyrone's strength. Using some of that additional power he leapt at one of the gunmen, the two landing in a tangled heap when Tyrone connected. The terrorist was skilled, Tyrone would give him that. But so was he. He'd spent in that little pocket dimension, experiencing whatever training the future version of his father could cook up. And after the storm of bullets he had ten times the lone man's strength. He spotted the guy trying to grab a knife, so Tyrone was forced to grab the man's hand and squeeze, breaking his fingers into splinters. A knife could actually work against him, so Tyrone couldn't allow one to be drawn into play.

For good measure he swiftly broke the guy's other arm, and one of his legs. That should stop him using a weapon, or going anywhere. Any it might encourage the other gunmen in the area to get a little distance, forcing them apart from each other and into smaller, more easily manageable groups

The Hydra soldier screamed as Noel's kick sent him falling down the stairs and crashing into several of the other Hydra goons. Of course this alerted the rest of them to Noel's location.

"It's Stark!" One of the soldiers exclaimed, "He's in a suit!"

Three still standing soldiers charged up their gauntlets and fired at Noel from the stairway as they made their way up. In addition to this, footsteps could be heard coming from the stairs above as more Hydra soldiers came rushing down.

[color=#006400;]IC: Nathan - Las Vegas -[/color]

[color=#006400;]Well, this might be an issue, Jesika refused to leave me, much less even let me go, and let me tell you, a girl with super strength is really hard to free yourself from even if they're small. [/color]

[color=#006400;]As the armed assailants started to open fire on us I reacted completely on instinct, sending a blast of wind at the attackers in an effort to both deflect bullets and knock them back. A stray bullet had managed to get past it and had landed right next to me and Jesika on the ground, though I had little time to think about that as I picked up Jesika and found cover. My first priority for the moment was still making sure she was safe.[/color]

[color=rgb(0,0,255);]"Right..." Chris said, not paying attention to what Christine was saying... Until Spirit's energy struck the mutant. Just enough to get his body to heal up that wound, and start making more blood. Chris shook his head, as if he trying to clear his mind.[/color]

[color=rgb(0,0,255);]"Fight?" He asked, sounding more focused than he did before, "I can fight."[/color]

[color=rgb(0,0,255);]At that moment, an assassin decided to appear. When he did, he only found Christine there. Chris had vanished. As he prepared to fire at the older sibling, he suddenly froze, dropping his weapon in shock. For what seemed like a few minutes, the assassin stood there, as if he was held in place by some invisible force. Then, he started to spit blood. It seemed to be stuck on his face, as if someone had grabbed his face, and was holding him there. After that, the assassin's skin blistered and cracked, and not much longer the assassin fell onto the ground. Dead. Drained of life.[/color]

[color=rgb(0,0,255);]Chris re-appeared. Revealing himself to be standing over the dead assassin. He looked at his now blood-stained hand, and frowned. He knelt down to the assassin, wiping some of the blood onto the assassin's boy armor. He then picked up his attacker's gun, checking to make sure that he could still use the weapon.[/color]

[color=rgb(0,0,255);]"I can do much better than fight," He said, a certain steely conviction in his voice. The seemingly dull and slow tone that he previously used where gone, "We're on Team B. Right? We should get going."[/color]

[color=rgb(0,0,128);]Christopher re-appeared alongside Ashlynn. He had decided to take the form of a lupine creature, one who's knucles were bleeding. The source of such bleeding was three bone claws that he'd swipped from John as he dashed pass the mutant on his way to meet Ashlynn.[/color]

[color=rgb(0,128,0);]"I'll get it!" Warren shouted. His hunt for more batteries hadn't gone well, and he was still hungry.[/color]

[color=rgb(0,128,0);]Taking care not to touch the handle of the door with his bare hands, he pulled his sleeves over his hands, and used them to open the door.[/color]

[color=rgb(0,128,0);]"Uhm, hai," He said to the person before him, "Uh... Can I help you?"[/color]

[color=rgb(75,0,130);]"I don't know," Sarah said, "Alex, someone from this dimension who the X-men from my reality came to find, just got back last night... I don't know if he was successful or not."[/color]

[color=rgb(0,128,128);]Will stirred from his morphine-induced sleep. As he started to wake up, he realized something important. Why they tell you never to take Morphine. When he was administered the drug... The feelings it gave him... He shuddered thinking about it. While the drug was starting to wear off, he could still feel its after-effects. He felt like he wanted more. Like he wanted to spend the rest of his life like that, feeling nothing but sheer pleasure at the hands of the drug. Will shook his head, trying to clear the thought from his mind. As he looked about, he quickly realized where he was now. Med-Bay, SHIELD Helicarrier... Not the most fun of events. Then he noticed Anton. Will was about to say something when he noticed that the lower part of his face was wrapped in bandages.[/color]

IC: Liberty Noel smiled as the men confused her for Howard. It was almost a life insurance for Howard because if she was captured, he could escape. "Jarvis...alter my voice so that I sound like Howard." She said as she began to rush toward the men. Noel than stretched out her hand, imitating Howard and hoping Jarvis would aid her in firing the weapons.

[color=#0000cd;]IC:"So, squints. What's up?" A loud voice echoed through the Enforcer hangar. The source was a familiar one, at least for anyone who had been working there for more than two months. A tall man clad in Enforcer uniform was crossing the room, walking around the other workers and the trailers hauling parts to and fro. [/color]

[color=#0000cd;]Jayne Powers was, among the technicians, known with equal parts respect and hatred. As all of them knew, he was as familiar with his weapons' functions as they were, and he never failed to call them out on any flaws. But at the same time, his knowledge made repairs far easier, as he could often spare them the time needed to assess the damage.but at this moment, that was neither here nor there. "Sir! Just who we were looking for.""Yeah, well, you've got me. What's the status?""Ready to roll at a moment's notice, sir. But before you get any ideas, there are a few things you need to know. It no longer has an alternate form. After running a full analysis of the previous battle, it was readily apparent what the problem was. The mechanisms needed for transformation were too vulnerable, and forced us to reduce the amount of armor it came equipped with. Flight is still more than possible, but you won't be quite as nimble."Jayne nodded once, turning to look at the subject of their discussion. Towering above all else in the hangar, the massive personification of mechanical perfection practically gleamed. Very few cosmetic changes had been made; the only changes were the removal of elements needed for vehicular form. The spotlights played across its uneven surface, causing a fascinating interplay of light and shadow. It was a hulking behemoth that lay dormant, just waiting to be woken."I can live with that. Never used alt. mode much anyway. How does it affect controls?""It shouldn't affect them at all. Any weight lost was replaced by other means, and distribution is roughly the same.""Per-"[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]The pilot was cut off when an alarm sounded, a screeching display of light and sound that diverted one's attention to the screens around the room. Jayne glanced at one, reading the information scrolling across it. Attack on LV? And the X-Men have been spotted en route...[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]"Oi. Weapons?""Um... Fully loaded.... But you can't be-""Of course I'm considering it. This is my job.""But what about the rest of Delta Squad? Shouldn't you wait for them?" The technician pointed toward the other three machines, taking up repair bays one through four. Jayne shook his head, bolting for the catwalk. "Don't have time. They'll catch up." Maybe. He thought to himself, grabbing his helmet, and pulling it on over his head. He sprinted the rest of the way, sliding feet first into the cockpit, and sealing the hatch behind him. His fingers flew across the controls, keying in his access code, and starting the machine. It came to life with a roar, sensors coming online and optics lighting up. Far below, people raced to clear the hangar floor, moving to designated safe zones. [/color]

[color=#0000cd;]Fluidly, the humanoid machine took a step forward, then another, walking toward the edge of the hangar. Each footfall sounded like a thunderclap, though the sound was muffled to the pilot within. Moments later, it stepped out onto the asphalt."Delta Three. Taking off."[/color]

Edited by Krayzikk Bieber, Feb 05 2013 - 03:47 PM.

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On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?

The sound of boots on steel resounded across the hangars as a certain man ran towards the bays. He had been in a constant run ever since he had heard the news of the attack of Las Vegas, so by the time he screeched to a stop in front of the engineers, he was already panting regularly. Seconds passed as he slowly recovered, and looked up at his colleagues.

"You should have told Jayne to wait up," he gasped. "I mean, seriously."

A technician shook his head. "He didn't listen to us - but hopefully you can tell the rest of the Sq-"

But Michael was already clambering into the cockpit of his machine, his helmet sitting lopsidedly on his head. Quickly shutting the hatch, he began to key in all the necessary codes required for the activation of the metallic titan. There was a few error messages, but he ignored them, giving greater focus to getting everything working.

"Sir! ENF-002 hasn't been configured properly yet!"

"Screw configuration - I can pilot this thing fine. Just need to beat Jayne to Vegas."

The mech flashed, its engines roaring as cables found themselves detaching from its body. It leaned down into a crouch, and the boosters forced it across the asphalt towards the the edge of the hangar. Its arms shifted into a familiar position, but unfortunately ...

With most of Alpha now fighting, Blake shifted into his wolf form, and went off to the side. waiting till the assassins where distracted by the rest of the team, then he attacked. Running right at one of the assassins, Blake leapt at the man, digging His claws into the the other guys shoulders, with the hope that the arms would be torn off at the shoulder blades.

[color=#daa520;](Scott) [/color]

Hearing Beta team's call, Scott moved off towards Ash, standing at the ready.

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War...war never changes.

We crawl, on our knees for you,under, a sky no longer blue, we sweat, all day long for you.

But we sow, seeds to see us though,cause sometimes dreams just don't come true, we wait, to reap what we are due.

IC:"Power levels stable, booster output at ninety percent..." Jayne muttered to himself, trying to coax just a bit more speed out of his machine. The ground below was racing past, but he was acutely aware of each passing second. A beep echoed through the cockpit, as long range sensors picked up a friendly signal at the edge of sensor range. He turned on his comm channel with a click."Took you long enough, Delta Two."

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On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?

"Done." Noel's voice would now sound like Howard's. As Noel stretched out her hand it triggered the repulsor on her palm, firing a blast at the soldiers attacking and sending them hard into the wall.

Though there were more coming from above her, bolts of electricity rained down upon her as more Hydra soldiers fired their gauntlets.

[color=#b22222;]Howard was watching this from the monitors, seeing Noel in danger snapped him back to his senses. He began to type rapidly on the keyboard, a compartment opened up on the terminal, revealing some sort of headpiece, Howard placed it on his head. "JARVIS activate the Neuromimetic Telepresence Unit." [/color]

IC: LibertyNoel tried to dodge the enemy fire, failing as she was still a little clumsy in the suit. She bit her lip as fire another blast, this time upon those above her. As soon as she had hit them, she used the rocket boosters to lift herself into the air. She grinned as she quickly launched herself at the invading Hydra agents above her.As soon as hit them, Noel heard a scream from below. Her eyes widened as another Iron Man appeared, attacking the second set of invaders. "What the..." She said in Howard's voice instead of her own.

OOC: In the future, don’t swipe someone’s power with out RPing it out first AuRon. Also no NPC bashing guys, keep it at a low minimum.

IC: [color=#a52a2a;]NPC Incinerator [/color](Enforcer Base)

[color=#a52a2a;]"There seems to be an attack on Las Vegas by mutant terrorists," Incinerator said to Veronica as he listened to the com-chatter. "Delta Squad has been deployed to take them down. Do you have any other courses of action?" he asked her. This was her organization now, he needed to see how she took the reigns. [/color]

IC: NPC CoTC (Las Vegas)

As Tyrone broke the arms and legs of one of their comrades the other assassins moved in. One of them saw how Tyrone took the bullets no problem but snapped on the knife as soon as it was drawn. He pulled out two knives of his own and stabbed them towards Tyrone’s back.

The assassin Blake had attacked suddenly turned metal, Blake’s claws now stuck in his shoulders. He grinned as his metal head moved forward to slam into Blake’s.

The assassins posted up on the building zoomed in with their sniper-rifles. One then fired a shot at the skull of Christopher while another took a shot at Scott.

IC: NPC Guppie

Guppie roared as Jeff sank into the earth and did not come back up. He then turned to see Gabriel handing onto the edge of the abyss for dear life. Guppie chuckled, which sounded like stone grating on stone as he shifted his hand into a giant rock hammer and attempted to smash Gabriel into pulp.

IC: [color=#008080;]Feral [/color](Las Vegas)

[color=#008080;]After Liliana was healed John put her down. “Alright babe let’s go kick some ***.” He grinned before he jumped out of the destroyed Blackbird. He let out an animalistic cry as he charged into battle. An assassin trained his machine gun on John and fired. John grunted as the rounds tore into his body, splashing his blood down onto his costume.[/color]

[color=#008080;]Pain. It was a simple four letter word but it meant so much. To John pain was everything. Pain meant he was still alive. He’d rather feel a world of pain then nothing at all, then the void of death. He was also rather good at inflicting pain. His arm flew up; his claws cutting through bone and tissue as they sliced through the man’s chin and up into his face. Blood sprayed into the air before raining down onto the ground. John grunted and kicked the assassin away as he searched for another target.[/color]

IC: [color=#00ff00;]Mimic[/color] (Las Vegas)

[color=#00ff00;]Christine watched as Chris killed the assassin without remorse. He seemed to be understanding everything going on pretty well, even with his metal disadvantage. Hearing Ashlynn she willed herself closer to the hostages. She suddenly appeared closer to them using her borrowed teleportation. Several guns were trained on her and they suddenly fired. Christine vanished as she teleported out of the way.[/color]

IC: [color=#4b0082;]Darkfang[/color] (Las Vegas)

[color=#4b0082;]When Jessika refused and seemingly took a bullet without being harmed or even touched by it Jeremy shrugged. He then vanished with a light BAMF. He appeared a moment later behind the group of assassins holding the hostages as he unleashed a kick to the back of one of the assassins.[/color]

[color=#4b0082;]His sharp tail then flew forward as it slashed open the assassin’s backside. The assassin turned around firing twice at Darkfang’s chest, only to have Jeremy teleport to the right, the shots missing.[/color]

IC: [color=#006400;]Songbird [/color](Las Vegas)

[color=#006400;]Ashlynn watched as the spot-light was placed on the hostages. “We have to get them out of here!” she said. Her wings suddenly burst forth from her shoulder-blades. She flapped them a few times before rising into the air, doing her best to dodge bullets shot at her, she used her telekinesis to stop a few.[/color]

[color=#006400;]Ashlynn then swooped down above the assassins holding the hostages; she began assaulting their minds telepathically. She found powerful resistance; they had been trained against this sort of thing. But still she was a level 9 telepath; she was still able to distract them heavily for the time being. She flew down, unleashing a kick to the chest of one of the assassins; knocking him away from a civilian. Using her telekinesis she slammed his head down onto the ground hard, twice, rendering him unconscious.[/color]

IC: [color=#daa520;]Triblade [/color](Las Vegas)

[color=#daa520;]Matt unleashed a grunt of anger and then jumped to his feet. His attacked pulled out a knife and thrust it at Matt’s chest. Matt rolled to the left, the thrust missing as he unleashed a kick to the man’s side knocking him back. He then unleashed a plasma blast from his chest, easing down the power so the heat would only burn and blast the assassin away instead of melt his body.[/color]

[color=#daa520;]He then turned towards the assassin who had welcomed the X-Men. “That must be their leader! Take him out!”[/color]

IC: NPC Novocain (Las Vegas)

Novocain had won over the assassins; they saw he was as insane and murderous as them. Novocain strolled through the battle wearing an assassin’s garb now, he didn’t have time to explain himself to every assassin that tried to take a shot at him.

“Oh Nathan where are you hiding?” he cackled as he approached the downed Blackbird, his red cybernetic eye scanning the surrounding area.

[color=#0000cd;]"What? Me? Of course I'm of age. What about you? Are you of age?"[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]The youth, a tall, quite thin looking lad who looked like he was almost of age but was clearly not of age, looked up from the blackjack table, where he'd accumulated quite a little mountain of chips. Two gaunt looking security guards in nondescript plain clothes looked down on him humorlessly, hands at their sides. The boy's calculating dark blue eyes seemed to examine the two before he gulped, pale throat pulsing as he stood up, picking up a few chips.[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]"Alright, guys, I have a note signed by my mom saying I can be here! It's my civil rights! You can't throw me out, Obama's the President now...!"[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]The guards each took Tyler Haley by one of his elbows and began to carry him towards the front door of the casino; the kid struggled against his captors for about ten seconds before they rounded a particularly sharp curve and the guards needed a second to adjust the way they were walking in sync. Tyler saw his chance: the thief darted out both his long legs and swung his heels into the groins of the two guards. He'd hit the ground running; with the grace of a parkour master, he darted into the elevator and pressed the door close button again and again and again like he was mashing away on the R1 button in a game of Far Cry 3.[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]When he was on the floor where he'd booked his hotel room in the casino, he saw that guards had already begun swarming his room and cursed. Tyler looked around, considered stepping into the elevator again...and then the purple casino chips in his hand began to flutter with energy, and he smirked.[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]"Leeeerooooyyyy Jeeennnnkiiiinnnnnz!"[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]With a flick of his wrist, the chips went flying through the door of a locked suite, barreling it down as though a bull had stormed through it, and Tyler wasted no time in running into the room and throwing himself out the window. A single guard had seen the display and come to restrain him, only to watch his seeming suicide plunge and stop in awe. One hand moved to his radio--[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]--only to pause in shock as the teenage thief began to float up and stopped, hovering, at eye level with the guard, two purest white wings protruding from his shoulder blades and keeping him upright. The mutant pointed a pianist's finger at the guard and winked. A purplish halo of energy encircled the casino chips, and they, too, rose in unison and soared into the waiting embrace of Tyler's palm.[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]"Remember, you can't come after me! What happens in Vegas and all...check the Bible! It's in there!"[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]And then he used his feet to push off the wall of the casino for a flying headstart, soaring off into the sky and leaving a bewildered Bellagio security staff in his wake. [/color]

IC:"Be wary. They have snipers." Alex said out loud, head cocked to the side. The problem with using comm systems? The signals have to be transmitted.

[color=#0000cd;]IC:High above Las Vegas, a set of robotic eyes watched the scene below. Police reports scrolled across the screen, coupled with census data and several other feeds.All surviving civilians have been evacuated. All the ones that aren't hostages, at least. And from the look of things... They're dead already. But, we can't be sure. Full assault doesn't work. Just a step below, I think."Listen up Delta." He said across the team comm channel. "At most, they are a few dozen surviving civilians down there. About ten hostages. No reckless attacks, but full weapon usage has been authorized. The X-Men are present as well. As unregistered mutants, we are authorized to fire on them if necessary."Jayne pushed his mech into a dive, bringing it to just above the fighting, slowly lowering out of the cloud cover. "Delta Three. ENF-003. Eliminating targets."There was no warning, as a hail of beam weapons rained down upon the unsuspecting assassins.[/color]

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On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?

[font="verdana, geneva, sans-serif;"][color=rgb(0,0,0);]Veronica's eyes narrowed slightly. She had, before going on the joint mission of the Enforcers and SpecOps, read what she could on the Enforcers. She'd heard and read enough about "Delta Team" to know their capabiltities. "Keep a team on standby, prepared to assist should they need to," She stated calmly and quickly.[/color][/font]

IC: [color=rgb(0,0,255);]Jesika[/color]

[color=rgb(0,0,255);]Jesika hung onto Nathan, clinging to the areokinetic both to keep close to him and to... keep close to him. She was, at the moment, more than slightly scared, given that things really started to pick up.[/color]

"Oh, nobody mind me. I'm just an innocent ladybug." Fauna fallowed Songbird towards the hostages in the form of a ladybug. When she was directly above one of the assassins, she transformed into a black mamba and sank her fangs into his neck.

With his claws stuck in the assassin's shoulders, Blake was stuck for now. Blake moved his head out of the way, and then put his jaw around the assassin's neck. Blake may not be able to bit. but the assassin should be able to move his arms with claws stuck in them.

[color=#daa520;](Scott) [/color]

with the hostages under the spotlight, Scott had moved towards them, the sniper shot missing, but not by much. Reaching the hostages, Scott was able to free a few of the ones tied. "Go, run as fast as you can." Scott yelled at them as he turned to face one of the assassins. Being under mental assault, he wasn't able to dodge Scott's katana swing down, chopping off his arms, then his legs. Scott was about to attack another when the laser started to rain down. "[color=#daa520;]Alpha and Beta team, be advised, we have an unknown in the air. Might be a hostile."[/color] Scott didn't know what else to say.

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War...war never changes.

We crawl, on our knees for you,under, a sky no longer blue, we sweat, all day long for you.

But we sow, seeds to see us though,cause sometimes dreams just don't come true, we wait, to reap what we are due.

[color=#000080;]Christopher had seen them. So he had immediately ducked into cover the first chance he got. He knew that with his borrowed healing ability, he'd be able to shrug off most wounds, but he wasn't keen on getting hit.[/color]

[color=#000080;]Five minutes...[/color]

[color=#000080;]He changed appearances, first changing himself so he was effectively invisible to the naked eye. Then, he sprung from behind cover and dashed towards the building, entering and exiting cover as he went. He didn't know if these guys had thermal-vision goggles or the like, and he wasn't keen to find out.[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]Chris' mind was clear. The assassin who's memories he'd absorbed certainly knew how to focus. And had a clearer mind. Leading Chris to believe that something was wrong with him. He would have to ask Christine about it once this was over. It didn't bother him before, but the concept seemed to unnerve him. Hearing Matt's statement about the one speaking being their leader, he searched through his newly-obtained memories. Most of it didn't make much sense to him, being technical words and phrases that he could never fully understand. But he did get one thing away.[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]Harbinger.[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]To him, it sounded kinda... Ominous.[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]Ominous? What does that mean? He thought absentmindedly. Then he realized he wasn't focused. He needed to focus. In his hands, the assault rifle was less of an object that humans threatened him with. With his new-found knowledge, it was a tool. Like he was a surgeon, and in his hand was a scalpel. He quickly aimed the weapon at the supposed ring-leader of the assassins, paused to check wind speed, target distance, and the weapon's range, he had to make sure that from where he was, he couldn't miss on accident and hit one of the hostages... Check, check, check, check. And once he was done checking these things, he quickly tapped the trigger, and a burst of of light and fire came from the barrel of the rifle. For the first time in his life, he'd shot a gun. Quickly over-coming the awe of this realization, he darted off, new reflexes that he never knew he had kicking into gear.[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]Find cover, retaliate on anyone who dares to shoot at me, He thought. Quickly deciding that these new memories were much more useful than the ones that he'd obtained from Sarah, or Christine. He dimly wondered if Rebekah or Aleks thought these thoughts when they fought. He quickly jumped behind a wall, out of sight of the snipers.[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]When he heard Scott's announcement about something in the sky, he looked up, trying to observe what the thing was. It looked like a giant metal man... For the time, he wouldn't worry about it. Unless it started to attack his friends, or him, then he'd attack it.[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]Power(S): Tyler has three main powers, each from one of his two main genetic templates: he has a pair of retractable white wings that allow him flight, as well as a limited healing factor; he also has the ability to create, control, and manipulate kinetic energy.[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]Appearance: Tyler's about 6'1, 130 pounds of pure and solid muscle. His skin is pale, unable to tan at all, but he's a handsome kid, with dark blue eyes, dark brown hair with blonde and black highlights that he keeps short and will often push upwards - the Bieber look - or run parallel to his eyebrows - the John Mayer, and a wicked smirk. On his right forearm is a single tattoo, a satire of those worn by Weapon-X assassins: X-Yourmom in deep purple ink.[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]Weapons: A butterfly knife.[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]Skills: Tyler's picked up quite a few traits over the course of his life: he's a master pickpocket and thief, a musician, painter, dancer, practicing Jedi Master, yoga instructor, world kazoo champion, taxidermist, mechanic, coffee brewer and taste tester, Super Bowl commercial star, webmaster, free runner, BASE jumper, writer, and hibernator. In addition, he's also come close to Auto-Tuning his own voice with nothing but his own vocal chords, and he's also a master of discerning people's habits and personalities through their clothing.[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]Personality: Tyler is a sweet, charming, sensitive kid who does not have the emotional capacity for anger in his heart. He's also a total troll, unable to take most things seriously, and his sharp wit and inventive prankster's mind has a penchant for getting him into trouble. Not only does he refuse to think inside the box, he'll use the box as an impromptu outhouse, roll it down a hill into a coffeeshop, and then light the box on fire and hire an organ grinder and his monkey to play a eulogy for the box's ashes.[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]Weakness: Tyler doesn't know how to perform moderate-to-complicated algebraic functions, and he's staunchly anti-gun in all but the most extreme of circumstances. In addition, he can overdo it with his trolling, though he refuses to believe it.[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]Bio: Despite his humble personality and light hearted worldview, Tyler's had a pretty intriguing life and upbringing. A product of Worthington Industries after the supposed death of its founder - along with his team - Tyler is a combination of the genetic material of Angel and Gambit; this has lead to him crackshipping the two furiously, as he believes himself to be their one and true offspring. Designed solely to lead Worthington Industries when he came of age, and to deliver maximum profit to the Board of Directors, the schemes of the one percent went drastically wrong when, similar to the incident with the Powerpuff Girls, a serum named "Chemical X" was added into the infant Tyler's bloodstream, turning him into the typical teen he is today, albeit one with the personality fusion, physical features, and wicked streak of two of the X-Men's most notorious members.[/color]

[color=#0000cd;]Having spent his life in New Orleans, San Francisco, London, Paris, Italy, and Iglooland, Antarctica (he granted this name to the particular location; the language of the penguins was too beautiful in its simplicity for Tyler to comprehend, so he never bothered to learn what the place was really called) he recently came to Las Vegas after seeing his idol - early 2000s Brad Pitt - in a movie dedicated to robbing rich casino owners and decided to try his luck in the casino business.[/color]

The other Iron Man's appearance was much...older, almost retro in style, though it was powerful none-the-less. It had dealt with the remaining group of Hydra soldier's quickly, who had not been expecting two Iron Man.

[color=#b22222;]"I thought you could use some help." Noel heard Howard's voice through her comm. "Don't worry I'm not actually in this suit, I'm controlling it with my mind via a headpiece." The suit slammed it's fist into a nearby Hydra soldier who was still conscious "Of course, they don't know that." [/color]

[color=#b22222;]Howard looked around the stairway through the eyes of the suit, for all intends and purposes he was the suit at that moment. "Well it seems we've just about taken out all the Hydra soldiers...you know, they really didn't put up much of a fight honestly...it's almost as if it was a-" [/color]

The entire Tower began to shake for a moment, "Sir the Arc Reactor is rebooting."

[color=#b22222;]"What? That isn't possible someone would have to be down there too....ohhhh..." Worldlessly the remote controlled suit began to fly down the stairs as quickly as it could, "We need to get to the basement level right now!" [/color]

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Doctor Tesla had been busy in the arc reactor roomnwhile his men played with Iron Man. He'd been busy analyzing an downloading every bit of data he could on the arc reactor. It was almost complete now.

[color=#006400;]IC: Nathan - Las Vegas -[/color]

[color=#006400;]My heart began to thump as I heard an all to familiar voice....one I had hoped was long gone, and I would never here again. "Jesika...stay here inside the Blackbird, I'll only be a minute, then I'm coming right back I promise." I used my powers to slip out of her grip and then leaped out of the Blackbird, my eyes immediately going to the man I hated more than anyone. "NOVOCAIN!" I drew my katana and flew at break neck speed. [/color]

[color=#000080;]IC: Jeffery Pryde - Las Vegas -[/color]

[color=#000080;]Jeff of course didn't stay underground forever, as he became distracted with Gabriel, he'd feel the sharp point of a rapier at his neck, Jeff had searched for and located a weak spot in the stone skin of the giant rock man. "I'd step away from my friend if I were you!" He said as he stabbed at the giant's neck repeatedly, trying to draw blood. [/color]

OOC Sorry guys if I have trouble following alongIC HeiFollowing the others, Kristy brought out her "dark ice" dagger from her belt. Using the shadows to disguise herself, she managed to go relatively unnoticed.Then an assassin spotted her. Never mind.The assassin didn't see her. Never mind never mind.Wait, he did see her. No, he didn't. Not wanting to take any chances, Kristy manuevered behind the assassin who had(n't) spotted her and knocked him to the ground, whapping him on the side of his head with her shiv before stabbing him in the shouldder. She continued to run, following Ashlynn and the rest, using darkness as her ally once more.OOC and just so you know that he didn't crash his Ferrari and die...IC MachinexRobert's sunglassed eyes looked out of the window of the plane. Having opted for a faster method of travel, Robert had chosen to take a private jet; very uncharacteristic of one who would insisted on cutting down on extravegence. His destination was Ottawa; apparently Parliament wanted an audience with him. Something about a "Department H". In the past two months, Robert had shifted the focus of his company away from the "weapons of warfare" side of things, instead utilizing a more civilian-friendly approach, manufacturing items such as high-end home appliances, companion robots, and renewable energy systems, among other things. "Sir," one of the plane's other passengers, a prototype humanoid robot, called out. "We reach Ottawa in 15 minutes."

IC:Rebekah started to open her mouth to reply to Warren, only to close it in surprise when Brooklyn climbed out from under her bed. The same girl she had shown out the door about an hour before. And most certainly hadn't used the door to come back in.

The it clicked exactly what subject she had heard them talking about, and her face reddened to an almost crimson color, even as her eyes widened."Um, ah... Uh..." She stammered oh-so coherently, finally latching onto the first intelligible sentence she thought if. "How the heck did you get in here?"

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On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?

A few assassins were destroyed by the beam attacks while the ones who were mutants summoned their powers. A few lifted into the air on wings, dodging the blasts while another created a force-field around several assassins, further one even turned his arm into a powerful shield as he bounced the blasts back at the mech.

The assassin yelled in agony as the snake sank his fangs into his neck, he fell to the ground writhing; he would be dead in minutes. He then pulled out his knife and slashed at the snake.

The metal assassin cringed as the teeth cut through his metal shell and into his metal blood beneath. His natural metal shell was weaker then most common ones. He grunted and attempted to ram his knee into Blake’s chest.

[color=#4b0082;]I looked up and watched as the beam-weapon fire rained down from the sky around me, hitting some of my men and killing them where they stood. But those were the normal humans. They were at a disadvantage sadly. I jumped out of the way of a few of the beam-shots, though I was not expecting the gunfire. I took three shots to the chest, my blood splattering down from the wounds. Luckily none of my major organs had been hit. I cringed from the pain and ducked behind a slowly burning car. One of my assassins was laying next to me, half melted from a beam-shot.[/color]

[color=#4b0082;]“You are doing a service to Death.” I told the dying man as I placed my hand on him and watched as red energy began to glow and feed into my body. I waited as the bullets were pushed out and my wounds healed over. I then raised my desert eagle and fired twice into the man’s skull, ending his pain. Standing up I drew my longsword in one hand and quickly screwed a silencer onto my eagle with the other. I then sprung over the car searching for the mutant that had shot me.[/color]

IC: NPC Novocain (Las Vegas)

Novocain cackled as he transformed his metal hand into a powerful laser canon and unleashed a blast at the hurtling Windrider.

“Let’s play little Nathan!”

IC: NPC Guppie (Las Vegas)

Guppie roared in pain as the blade stabbed through his rock-skin. He then attempted to slam himself against the rock wall of the abyss and smash Jeff.

Blake took the knee to the stomach. but just bit down harder, ready to end this guy. He had forfeited his life by attacking innocents.

[color=#daa520;](Scott)[/color]

Scott mulled that over. [color=#daa520;]"Ashlynn, I need you to heal these people. the assassins broke their legs, and I can only carry a few."[/color] Scott picked up two of them, putting them over his shoulder. Moving to the outskirts of the fight. Putting them down gently, Scott said to them "help should be here soon, just hang tight." with that, he moved back into the fray, defending the hostages again.

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War...war never changes.

We crawl, on our knees for you,under, a sky no longer blue, we sweat, all day long for you.

But we sow, seeds to see us though,cause sometimes dreams just don't come true, we wait, to reap what we are due.

IC: "Well. I guess that's a "no" for retreating."Jayne idly keyed in the firing solution for the next salvo, ignoring the partially reflected beams. The few that made it back at all were of no threat. After all, one does not simply bounce energy.

"Sieg. Full salvo."Moments later, a set of missiles sped toward the grund, accompanied by a beam barrage. Without waiting for the dust to settle, Sieg's beam rifle was fired along side his smaller chest mounted guns. "Let's see how they deal with that."

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On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?

“Yeah, I heard that the X-Men will help people like me.” Walter said nervously as he held up his talons. Warren would probably be able to feel the large amounts of electricity in him.

IC: Silver Serpent

“I’ll have to ask him about it.” Susan said to Sarah. “Is he here?”

IC: Spirit

Will took to the air and followed Ashlynn, blocking bullets with destructive energy. When Ashlynn distracted the assassins, Will fired a powerful bolt of pain energy at an assassin’s head, knocking him out. Then another one opened fire so Will made a shield of destructive energy in front of him and dive bombed the assassin.

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"I once thought that I was the only one who fantasized about Bionicle; that no one else could have that little of a life.